The gravity-defying fairytale-like abbey of Mon-Saint Michel towers over the expansive mudflats like something from the Brother’s Grimm.
After a long pre-dawn hike across the polders, the receding tide had left an interesting range of textures and patterns in the surrounding flats.
Taken after an uncharacteristically long respite from the camera, I wasn’t hopeful for much of a light show, but the photography Gods delivered.